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Title: Affliction, Part 3/13
Author: illyriaone (Thesseli)
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: I once swore I would never write a vampire story...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
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Part Three

“Where is everybody?” Colin asked, as they pulled into the driveway at Ryan’s house. He always stayed with Ryan and his family while they were taping; it was something he looked forward to. But theirs was the only car here.

Ryan looked a little uncomfortable. “Pat took the kids to her mother’s.”

Colin nodded, trying to conceal the hurt that he felt. He knew the real reason they weren’t there, but he also knew that if the situation had been reversed, he probably would have done the same thing. He still didn’t know how Deb really felt, or what she’d told Luke about what had happened to his father. When he’d last talked to her on the phone she hadn’t said much. She definitely wouldn’t say the ‘v’ word. He had the distinct impression that she was afraid.

“I’m sorry, Col. She didn’t want the kids asking you a bunch of questions and bothering you the whole time you were here…she figured you’d be more comfortable without them around.” Ryan put an arm around Colin’s shoulders briefly, and then went to pick up his bag. “Christ, Col, what have you got in this thing? Bowling balls?” he said, wincing and staggering forward.

“Just my stuff. And some supplies,” he answered enigmatically, taking the bag from his friend with one hand.

Ryan stared in amazement, then led the way up to the front door. “Supplies?” he asked, a little too casually.

“Yeah. I figured you wouldn’t have anything I could, um…eat…so I brought my own. I can get it anywhere, though. All I have to do is walk into any hospital -- or butcher shop -- and show them my medical card, and they give me whatever I need.” As they walked in, Colin removed his sunglasses. He hated having to wear them outside; it was another glaring reminder that he was different now. “I guess it’s so none of us have to take what we need from an unwilling donor.”

Ryan considered this. “Are there many willing donors?”

Colin shrugged. “Sure. Husbands, wives, girlfriends…if you don’t mind belonging to the person you’re donating to, they say it can be all right.”

“Just ‘all right’?” Ryan asked, taking Colin’s bag with two hands and heading for the guest bedroom. Colin followed, his eyes adjusting easily to the dim lighting in the hallway. Ryan probably couldn’t even see where he was going, until he flicked the switch on the wall.

“Well, kind of nice, actually. Or so I’ve heard. I haven’t exactly gotten the chance to try it with Deb.” She wouldn’t let him, Colin was sure of that. And he wasn’t going to force her, even though the way he was now he easily could. It wouldn’t be right. If she didn’t want him to touch her, he wouldn’t.

“You sound like she’s not taking this too well,” Ryan observed, setting his burden down beside the bed. He straightened up and rubbed his back.

“She’s not. She doesn’t want to talk about it. I think she’s glad that I’ll be in L.A. for the next few months,” he confessed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do…it’s hard enough having to go through this without having to do it alone.”

“Oh, Colin, you’re never alone,” Ryan said, staring down at him intensely. “Not with me. I’ll always be here for you, buddy.”

Surprisingly, Colin found himself feeling better. He smiled up at Ryan, glad that he was here. He didn’t care if the other man could see his teeth or not.

“Are you hungry, Col?” Ryan asked suddenly, as if the sight of them had reminded him of his duties as host. “You want something to eat? It was a long flight, after all.”

He rolled his eyes, still smiling as he replied. “It doesn’t take *that* long to get here from New York, Ryan.”

“Any flight is too long for me,” the taller man stated emphatically. “Come on, we’ll both have a bite…oops, that didn’t come out right, did it...”

He laughed. “It’s fine, Ryan, really.”

“Come on, then.”

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